John has been in the field picking beans before daylight. While Rose is helping her mother in the kitchen. They are canning vegetables, and peaches, and making apple jelly for the winter.
Jane looks at Rose because she has not been talking. Usually Rose takes her mother's head off when they are working in the kitchen. But today her mind seems to be somewhere else.
"Honey, are you feeling okay? You are very quiet today." Jane looks at her concerned.
Rose sits down, shaking her head. "Why doesn't Joseph love me? He looks at me as if I am trash. I might not be educated, beautiful, or rich like Treasure. But I love him." Tears are running down her cheeks. She looks at her mother. "I hate that half-breed."
"You shouldn't call Treasure names like that. I taught you better than that." Jane
